The Distant Clue
The cathedral bell did not ring; it shattered. A sound like the breaking of a giant’s jaw echoed through the cobblestone streets of Dunmore, a city that smelled of wet wool, rotting turnips, and the coppery tang of old blood, and you stood there, Elias Thorne, with your spectacles fogged by the sudden, violent heat of the explosion, watching as the great bronze disc of the West Tower split into...
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